Definitely Motivated

My father gets out of bed as soon as I say that and he listens attentively to the whole thing without wasting a single second asking dumb questions. He immediately grabs his phone to call the borders while my omega dad is just staring at us from his bed with big eyes, breathing heavily.

"Kingsley Seong left the clan with Christian Roade," one of the guards says from the phone. Every hair on my body stands up anxiously and I start growling from my chest as I confirm that this fucking asshole really came back to the clan just to grab my mate and take him away from me, "Why, boss?"

"How could you let that happen? Kingsley is being taken against his will," my father exclaims, walking over to put on some pants without letting go of the phone.

"I don't think so, sir. Kingsley was sitting in the passenger seat, completely lucid."

I shake my head. No way. No way.

My father ends that call and walks over to grab me by the shoulders.

"We'll go get him, Alpha. Don't doubt it, we'll get him